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[stole_a_time_lord]

This holiday is excellent.

Earlier, the TARDIS read the explanatory screen from end to beginning, and again, starting somewhere in the middle.

She likes middles. So much of things is made up of middles.

She's in the middle of something right now.

Specifically, she's in the middle of the floor of a 1960s British Police Box, which she built almost entirely out of blue Legos, and some black ones and white ones, and the occasional purple one, here and there.

It's smaller on the inside than she was expecting, but at least the doors open out the way, properly, when you pull them, as you should, rather than push them, as he does.

She has also, after careful review of her options, acquired webby finny fishy hands. And those, in turn, have required the acquisition of pudding.

So. One TARDIS. Sitting in a replica of a 1960s Police Box. With fish fingers. And custard.



[OOC: Slowtime please, as of 10:20 EDT. My brain has gone all . . . custardy. :) Please, no new tag ins. Thanks!]

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[creator_raven]

Something small, black, and raggedy-feathered drops down from the rafters and attempts to steal her pudding.

Or maybe just run into it with his beak.

Given that this is Raven, who can say?

He is hungry!

And . . . heavy.

[stole_a_time_lord]

Hmmm.

Maybe she should have asked for a sturdier bowl.

Ah, well.

The TARDIS sets her now punctured bowl of custard to one side.

"Hello. No, the other one. Good-bye. No, the first one. Hello. Or was that the last one? Aloha!"

That covers it, right?

[creator_raven]

Raven, feathers covered in custard, gets to work in consuming what remains.

Then he peers up at the TARDIS, head tilting first one way, then another.

"It is not so bad a greeting, that. Also it is not so bad a sweet."

He snorts, shaking off his feathers.

It makes it easier to avoid having to shake off his coat.

"Still. I am for preferring cookies."

Does Idris want one?

[stole_a_time_lord]

Of course the TARDIS wants one!

She might try to wear it as a hat or use it to make the wobbly place in the corner less wibbly, but she definitely wants one.

"I have fish fingers," she announces, waving her hands at him.

"I think.

"I still don't think fish have fingers.

"But I have fish fingers."

It's a paradox. Or a puzzle. Or a pondering. Or a pachyderm.

. . . no, wait. That's something else.

"It's an ichthyological mystery."

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face.

"Possibly they were for having fingers once. Or will again."

He laughs, high and bright.

"Time, I am thinking, is very tricksy. So."

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Only when you let it be."

She doesn't.

Not usually.

[creator_raven]

Raven makes another face.

"It is, perhaps, more entertaining that way."

And it's easier to lose pursuit!

Shh.

[stilljustandrew]

There is an arachnoid mobile unit approaching the Lego construction, and examining it with some interest.

(Cubefall is Baby's favorite holiday. She always makes a point of exploring the bar when it's going on.)

[stole_a_time_lord]

Ooooh, a cyberwhatsit.

Operative.

No.

Spy.

No.

Spider.

That's the word.

A Cyberspider.

. . . wait, that's not a word.

Is it?

The TARDIS leans her head out of the open (and opening outward) doors of the Police Box for a better look.

[stilljustandrew]

Almost simultaneously, the mobile unit leans itself upward on its spindly legs for a better look at the TARDIS.

"Hello."

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Hello."

Oh, she's getting good at that.

"Custard?" she adds, holding the bowl out with her fish fingers.

[stilljustandrew]

Baby examines the bowl.

"It appears to be."

[stole_a_time_lord]

The TARDIS blinks.

"Appears?"

She sticks her fingers into the bowl.

Huh.

"I wonder what it really is, then. If it appears to be custard.

"Do you know?"

[morethanprops]

The Police Box is neat and while its not terribly shiny still worth a look so he tries to figure out how to get inside it.

[stole_a_time_lord]

It has doors.

They open out.

It's glorious.

"Hello.

"You're not meant to be in there.

"I'm not meant to be in here."

They have something in common already!

[morethanprops]

Paws are tricky for opening and he chitters at her since that doesn't mean he shouldn't go in if he's not meant to be.

[stole_a_time_lord]

"No, you can come in here. But you're not meant to be in there," she says, waving one fishy hand at the weasel.

The TARDIS speaks Weasel. The TARDIS speaks everything.

"Your accent is dreadful, by the way."

[morethanprops]

He's only been a weasel for a day, its not his fault, he's still learning.

[stole_a_time_lord]

Well, you know what they say.

Perfect makes practice.

. . . something's wrong there.

"I'm the TARDIS."

[immortalthief]

Talk about starting in the middle. Here is an immortal probably in the middle of her life (give or take a few centuries). Who happens to find the blue box interesting.

"What is that?" she asks.

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Custard."

[immortalthief]

"Custard? It looks interesting." extending her finger to touch it not realizing it is for eating.

[stole_a_time_lord]

Oh, she's welcome to touch it.

It's good with finger.

Fish or otherwise.

The TARDIS won't stop her.

She'll even hold the bowl out.

[immortalthief]

"This feels strange." then she puts it to her nose to smell it, "This is a strange substance."

"You call it custard." then tasting the bit on her finger, "Is this food?...If it isn't then I think it should be."

Offering her hand, "Amanda"

[stole_a_time_lord]

The TARDIS offers her own (currently webbed) hand.

"I'm the TARDIS."